Not Just Another Number

Zombie Boy

Sarah's POV

"Hey Will? We got some movies, you wanna pick?" I ask as I knock on his door. Johnathan's behind me with the movies in hand. "Whatever you want." Will calls. Johnatan and I look at each other uneasily. That's weird, Will always jumps on the chance to pick out the movies. Maybe he's thinking about something.

I grab onto the doorknob, mouthing a quick 'I got this' to Johnathan, and walk into Will's room. I close the door behind me and sit on the edge of the bed. Will seems preoccupied with a drawing. "Whatcha' working on?"

He doesn't respond, just keeps on drawing. I lean over to look at the drawing. It's a picture of a rotting boy in the woods. "Zombie boy? Who's that?" I ask after reading the title of the drawing.

"Me." He whispers. He stops drawing and just looks down. "Did someone call you that?" I ask, crossing my legs criss cross style. He nods. Stupid asswipes. If only they knew what he went through, they would be cowering.

I cross my arms and lean forward. "Then fuck 'em." He looks up at me, confused.

"What?"

"You heard me. If they call you that, then fuck them. Don't listen to what they say. They're just small minded people." I reassure him. I put my hands in my lap and bounce lightly. "And think about it this way. 'Zombie Boy' isn't an insult, it's a superhero name."

Will rolls his eyes. "But that makes me sound like a freak."

"So? Do you wanna be normal? Do you wanna be like everyone else? Being a freak is the best, c'mon I'm a freak. Nobody normal ever accomplished anything meaningful in this world."

Will smiles a teeny tiny smile, but it's a smile all the same. I lightly punch his arm, making him laugh. He rubs his shoulder jokingly as his laughter dies down a little.

He looks up at me in earnest. "Everyone treats me like glass. Why don't you?" I raise an eyebrow and lean back. I cross my arms.  "Of course I would never treat you like glass. Why should I?"

"Because of what happened."

I scoff and roll my eyes. "After what happened, I should be praising you constantly. Will, what you went through, no one could have survived that. But you did, and for a week for crying out loud! Not even I could do that. You're just as brave as I am, probably even braver."

"But I don't have powers. I'm just me." I put my hand on his shoulder and shake my head. "But that's what makes you brave. Powers can be cool and all, but there are many cowards who have powers. It's your heart that makes you brave."

Will nods and gives me another smile. He laughs a little and moves his head to the side. "Powers would be cool though."

I hum and nod in agreement. "I guess they kind of are. But you have your own, pretty much. Zombie Boy, the hero with the power to come back from the dead! That's alot cooler than any other power. Like, imagine fighting against someone with that power."

"You'd never win. He would just keep coming back." Will says, eyes shining. There's the Will I know and love. I clap my hand on his shoulder and climb off the bed. I walk over to the door and open it. I look back at Will.

"C'mon, let's get out there and watch some movies with our freak family." He smiles and follows me to the living room. We walk in to see Bob setting up 'Mr.Mom' Will rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the couch.

I chuckle under my breath and sit on the floor with my back to the couch. Bob starts the movie and we all settle in.

Mom hands me the bowl of popcorn and I greedily take a handful. I pick pieces from my handful as Bob and Mom laugh loudly at the movie.

I begin to start to fall asleep, but the sound of the phone ringing wakes me up. I sigh and stand up, walking over to the phone,but Bob stops me. "Let it ring, Sarah. It's probably a prank caller." I nod, too tired to argue and walk over to the couch.

I tap Mom's shoulder, gaining her attention. "I'm gonna turn in early. G'night." I yawn. She bids me goodnight as I drag my feet towards my room. With all the secrecy and worrying over Will, it's really draining. Maybe a good night's sleep will help me.

I quietly open my door and walk over to my bed, locking it behind me. I change from my normal clothes to my pajamas and climb into bed, quickly falling asleep.

Dream~

I'm standing in a dark room, the sound of dripping water coming from everywhere. Where am I? What is this place? I start to walk around, but nothing changes.

"Run..." A feminine voice whispers in my ear. I quickly turn around and stumble back. The voice made goosebumps rise on my neck.

I light my hands on fire, just to protect myself incase anything happens. "Please....you can't stay...." The voice says again. I turn around in a circle, looking for the owner of the voice.

There's still no one here. "Why do I need to run?" I ask.

"It knows...."

"It? It who?"

"The monster...." A woman appears in front of me. She has long, raggedy brown hair. It goes all the way down to her waist. Her skin is pale. Her hands are pale as bone, and there are blisters all over her fingers.

Her eyes are what set me off. They're lifeless. There's no spark in them, they're just dull. It's like she's a ghost. "What monster? Who are you?" I ask, making my hands burn brighter.

She goes to respond, but the sound of growling interrupts her. It shakes the void we're in, making me fall. My fire goes out. The woman looks terrified.

She looks around us, before locking eyes with something behind me. "Run!" She screams. The monster roars. I cover my ears and fall onto my back. I don't see anything, only darkness.

I look back at the woman, but she's no where in sight. My eyes water as the roaring gets louder and louder.

End of Dream~

I gasp as I shoot up. I look around me, and find that I'm no longer in hat dark place. I'm still in my bedroom. I place my hand on my chest, to calm my breathing, and notice that my hand is bright pink.

I look down at my sheets and notice the burnt bits of blanket. Great, now I need to get a new blanket. But what was that? Who was that woman, and what monster was she warning me about?

I shake my head and lean against the wall, wiping away the sweat on my neck. It feels like a million degrees, but I somehow still have goosebumps from that nightmare. I don't think I'll be able to go back to sleep after that.

A/N

Hey guys! Who do you think that woman was? Comment what you think! Stay Curious!~Lunar